Broken Antler Fen Did you stand or did you fall?

She continued to eat, already past the point of satiation. Her stomach began to expand, and it tightened as it attempted to accommodate the large portion that Sylvie had consumed. She felt physically ill when she stopped; the corners of her mouth and her chest were wet with the remnants of milk, and her sweet little face was twisted, indicating that something was wrong.

Lazily, she rolled onto her side. There wasn't much more that she could do in this food coma, especially when she felt as bad as she did. Her belly protruded further than it usually did, just barely reaching past her elbows.

Sylvie wiggled then, seeking the comfort of their nest's bedding with a pig-like grunt. Had she known what a pig was, she would have likened her experience to feeling like one.